“You want me to take these out?”

“Yes, please, if they’re brown enough. The last pan is ready to go in.”

Ginny was moving the hot cookies to the wire rack for cooling when Sam and Spook came in the back door.

“Looks good. What kind are those?”

“Oatmeal with raisins and chocolate chips, I think. I know, your favorite so she baked them for you.”

“Good thing, our cookie jar is sadly empty. Andy said she should come home, at least long enough to fill the cookie jars.”

“How do we help him to be able to come over here again?”

Sam puffed out a sigh. “I don’t know. Just give him time, I guess.”

“Will he talk about his grandpa? Memories?” She watched Sam shake his head. “Can you talk about the memories?” She watched as the emotions raced across her son’s face then his head began to move from side to side. “I see. Like father, like son.”

“I can make myself come over here.”

“I know, and Sam, I am so very grateful. Maybe—maybe…” She exhaled so her shoulders would come down from dancing with her earlobes. “I wonder if I should invite him out to lunch or if we should all go on a picnic where we could sit around a fire and talk about the good old days. That song by the Judds just blew through my mind. ‘Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days.’ You remember that one.”

“I do, Dad loved it. Maybe that would help. Of course, we could build a fire in our fire pit. Let me talk to Erica—she has lots of common sense—but I agree with you, talking about the memories would help. Both him and me.”

“Hey, Dad, you loaded?”

“I am. I was told you would have cookies for me to take home.”

Addy took out a plastic container and filled it with the oatmeal cookies, which had cooled on the counter. “Grandma, would you please get that other container out of the pantry? The chocolate chip ones.” She handed her father both containers. “Make sure you bring them back or you won’t get any more.”

“Whoa, tough taskmaster.” He kissed his daughter’s cheek and hugged his mother. “I’ll get on that,” he whispered in her ear. “Think on tomorrow night.”

“Tuna salad sandwiches?” Ginny asked Addy.

“Sounds good. Think I’ll go brush down Magic and Smoky after lunch.”

“I think I will take a nap out in the hammock.”

“Oh, good idea. Remember the time I was reading out there and Grandpa came and dumped me over? I started to get mad and then we both busted out laughing. I miss his laugh. It’s like if I listen really, really hard, I will hear it again.”

Ginny nodded. “I keep feeling he is right near me, and if I turn quickly enough, I’ll see him.” A sigh escaped her lips. She sniffed. “Just think, if I had baked bread this morning, ah, the sandwiches would be superb.”